Post by Mariah Lopez on Aug 5, 2014 18:42:14 GMT -5
- Since the tag team title match is angled, I figured just post my RP for this match without the promo (which was written months ago). Couldn't really think of anything that sounded good to me and what I had was a pile of shit anyways so it got scrapped. Also wanted to get it up now before I decide to tinker around with The Lethal Barbarians' gimmick (there will be some changes). Anywho, enjoy the character development, or hate it with all of your might, whichever option is fine with me.
(Scene 1: Seeing my father for the first time in over a decade)
The scene opens up in beautiful San Diego, California. Outside, it is right around the typical temperature you would see in most cities in the state of California, and most neighbors are outside either mowing the grass, planting their plants, playing with their kids, walking their dog, or a combination of the four. Inside of my cousin's huge mansion sized home, here everybody is chilled out and relaxed. Cousin Danielle, who's finally healthy enough to walk, is laughing and engaging conversation with Mariella, Rachel and I while being on her feet.
Danielle: You can't be serious.
Mariah: We most definitely are.
Danielle: How are you going to pull this off?
Mariah: Not sure yet, but don't worry, we have a plan.
Danielle: This has me a bit worried cousin. I know you're not exactly the planner I am when it comes to things like this.
Mariah: I figured, but at the same time, this can prove that I do have the chops to get the job done.
Mariella: Most tend to underestimate her. She's smart enough to have thought this far through.
Danielle: That's a good point.
Suddenly, a loud knock can be heard on the door and the room quickly goes silent.
Rachel: Who the fucking fuck is at the door?
Danielle: I got it. Probably some person who goes door to door selling useless shit nobody wants or needs.
Danielle gets the door as I sit back on the couch next to Rachel and Mariella. She opens the door and her face becomes of shock, and later anger, as she sees a familiar face.
Man: Hello Danielle, are your cousins here?
Danielle: FUCK. YOU!!!
Danielle slams the door as hard as she can. Mariella and I stand up and we go to Danielle, who's noticeably pissed.
Mariah: Cousin, who was that?
Danielle: There are very few people I react to in that matter. Want to take a guess?
Mariella: The mailman?
Mariah: A Jehovas witness?
Danielle: Try something with far more significance. Think back to when you two were kids and the events that happened after Aunt Sarah was killed.
Mariella and I sat there in silence as we knew who Danielle was speaking about. Almost fifteen years ago, my mother was killed in a car accident and my father ran out on us right after that. Those two things are what caused Mariella and I to be split up and ultimately things to be strained between the two of us up until last year where we finally made peace and became a family again. I have constantly thought of every scenario possible if I were to see my father ever again, and what would happen, but I was always under the impression he was way off the grid, somewhere that's not on the map. Kind of like how my good friend Laurie Young is hiding, but I know she needs the time and space to clear her head, and she's obviously a great person, unlike my father.
Mariah: Cousin, I... want to speak to the dead beat.
Danielle: Are you sure? Because if you don't, I understand completely.
Mariah: I'm positive. There are things I want to say. I need to let out many years worth of anger that's still inside of me.
Danielle: Okay. I'm behind you regardless.
Mariah: Thanks Dani.
The thought of my father actually being here has a lot of emotions running into my head, but I quickly put them aside as I open the door and see my father still standing there.
Dad: Hello Mariah. It's been a while. I...
Before he could complete his sentence, I punch him in the face and he went down hard, much to amazement from everybody in the house.
Mariah: [angrily] Get up. I said GET UP GODDAMMIT!
The anger and frustration I had towards my father was one I had for fourteen, going on fifteen years. I still remember the day he left us out to dry and it still pisses me off. Once he gets up, I kick him in the jaw just to make myself feel better.
Mariah: [still angry] Why the FUCK are you here?
Dad: Because I want a relationship with my daughters.
Mariah: Really? Because I find that to be bullshit. You're going to pursue a father-daughter relationship with us NOW that we are successful wrestlers?
Dad: I also wanted to apologize and I heard you got married.
Mariah: What does it matter to you?
Dad: I want to see the man you married.
This is going to be awkward. I seriously doubt he knows I'm a lesbian.
Mariah: Um... I'm married to a woman, not a man.
My dad's eyes grow large and I'm expecting some disappointment and even some homophobic shit to come out of his mouth.
Dad: YOU WHAT?!
Mariah: I'm a lesbian who's happily married to my wife. Of course, you wouldn't know that since you were NEVER FUCKING THERE FOR ME!
Dad: Mariah... when did you choose to be a lesbian?
This was starting to piss everybody off. Now I know why I haven't attempted to speak to this fucker for almost fifteen years and was highly content if I never saw him again.
Mariah: [fuming] I WAS BORN THIS WAY YOU FUCKING FUCK!
Dad: I can't believe I have a fucking worthless homo as a daughter.
By that point, Danielle got back up off the couch and she right away, noticed I was angry and upset.
Danielle: I'll take care of this cousin.
I step a couple of feet away from the situation, as Danielle grabs my father by the throat and slams him up against the wall.
Danielle: Listen to me and listen to me good motherfucker! I am NOT going to have that type of bullshit in my home. Homophobia is FUCKING BULLSHIT! Now I'm going to give you one chance to get the fuck off of my property and if you don't heed my words - I will have my next door neighbor physically and mentally fuck you up. Do we understand each other?
My father hesitantly shakes his head yes as Danielle stared coldly into his eyes.
Danielle: Good. Now get the FUCK out of here and NEVER fucking approach any of us, got it?
My father quickly runs away as Danielle stands there at the front door, looking extremely pissed off. Once he's gone, she slams the door shut and walks up to us and hugs us.
Danielle: It's okay. The motherfucker is gone.
Mariah: Thank you Dani.
Danielle: It's no problem. That's what family is supposed to do. Ever since we were kids, I've always stood up for you.
Mariah: I am always appreciative of that.
Rachel: So that was your father, Mariah?
Mariah: Yeah... the man who ran out on Mariella and I when we were children. Motherfucker doesn't change his stripes. Asshole he is.
Danielle: My mom used to tell me the stories of him. I'm not surprised he's still like this.
Mariah: Was he a douche before we were born?
Danielle: That's what I was told. Mom always hated him and my father wasn't entirely fond of him even though he himself, isn't right in the head.
Mariella: We have one fucked up family.
Mariah: But at least we all love each other now.
Danielle: That's one thing about us. While most of our relatives are crazy people, we are always there for one another and we love each other no matter what.
Rachel: Same goes for our friends.
Mariah: Couldn't have said it any better myself.
Danielle: I'm up for a smoothie. Who wants one?
Mariah: SUGAR! SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
Danielle: We are not putting sugar in the damn thing.
Mariah: Dammit. I'll still take one though.
Danielle: Good choice. Let's go.
We all follow Danielle into the kitchen and the scene fades out.
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(Scene 2: Family time at home)
The scene opens up to a semi luxurious apartment in downtown San Diego, California. Rach and I don't get to live in the La Jolla part of town as it is for the rich people. Inside of one of the apartments and for once, it is actually clean. No food laying around, no clothes, or anything of the sort, it's the opposite of how we operate. Rach and I are cuddled up on the couch watching television. On the recliner right in-front of the coffee table, Mariella sits there with her feet propped up and playing with her iPhone while occasionally eating some Cheetos.
Mariah: Can you guys believe it? PCW is having a reunion show.
Rachel: Baby, I'm excited. I can't believe its coming back for one night.
Mariah: One night of pure awesomeness.
Mariella: It's going to be a night to remember. Are you two prepared?
Mariah: I think so. We just need to be ready for anything.
Mariella: Otaku Gaijin is a force you two haven't seen yet. They are more known for their singles prowess, and we know what they've done as sole entities in PCW... but them as a team? From what I have seen, they're not going to be easy.
Mariah: We are aware of that. But to be fair, they said beating Da Xtreme Dynasty was next to impossible, they said us winning the TLC match at Battle Finale III wasn't going to happen. Matter of fact, I believe Rach and I had the LOWEST odds of winning that match.
Rachel: They wrote us off before the match even happened.
Mariah: But we all won that night. Even Mariella.
Mariella: [disgusted] DON'T remind me of that. I'm serious when you say that.
Mariah: OHHHHHHH! You were in THAT match, right?
Mariella: Yeaaaaaah... THAT MATCH! Makes me sick I got the winning pinfall.
Rachel: Normally I'd say I'm surprised at somebody regretting winning a match... BUT, considering it was THAT match to determine who was the General Manager of PCW and your dislike for Morgan - I can see why you're full of regret.
Mariella: If only we could revise history...
Mariah: Hell, if that was the case, I could name some things that would be permanently deleted.
Rachel: Such as?
Mariah: The Platinum Championship reign of Kerry Collins, all of Jay Thunder's championship reigns, Morgan Simmons' existence, Toxic in general and so on.
Mariella: What would you add though?
Mariah: I'd give Talia the Platinum Title, Tom can have the Brawl Title, Crystal gets the Broadcast Title and Dani still holds the World Title, while the tag team titles stay with us.
Mariella: The Brawl title was PCW's version of a Hardcore Championship, yes?
Mariah: You would be correct. A lot of names held it. Israel Steele is the greatest Brawl Champion of all time, followed by Talia Skye and Danielle Lopez.
Rachel: Did anybody hold it longer than three and a half months?
Mariah: I'm not sure. I know a lot of reigns happened via that big ass free for all brawl on the March 12th 2011 edition of Saturday Night Rapture.
Rachel: I didn't watch PCW at that time.
Mariella: Me neither.
Mariah: I was in college. PCW on Saturday's was good for me because I didn't have class the next day and I could just sit back, leisure on about my day and eat as much sugar as I can while watching Danielle kick ass and own the Broadcast division.
Mariella: Nobody was monitoring your ass on that stuff back then, whereas now, we watch you like a hawk.
Mariah: I know... it's unfortunate, but apparently I suffer a high dosage of sugar rush.
Mariella: You don't even know the half of it.
Mariah: Oh god... I... destroy things?
Rachel: No, not at all, but you get extremely hyper. I'm convinced you and Bella are on the same level when it comes to that.
Mariah: Sis, is this true?
Mariella: It is. I'm in agreement with Rachel. Just imagine you two in the same room while being in hyperactive mode.
Mariah: ... Damn! That does sound completely nutty yet intriguing at the same time.
Rachel: Oh god... are you getting ideas?
Mariah: Nooooo.
Mariella: [with a smirk] But I might.
Rachel and I look at Mariella, who starts laughing.
Mariah: Were you serious about that?
Mariella: No. I might be a bitch but I'm not THAT bad... well anymore.
Mariah: Good.
Rachel: She is right on one thing. The curiosity of you and Bella completely bouncing off the walls together... would be a sight to see.
Mariella: I was thinking Skittles eating contest.
Rachel: Or an Ice Cream eating contest.
Mariah: You two know that in order for Bella and I to get hyper at the same time - we would have to have a super duper contest with shit like Skittles, Ice Cream, cookies, and things of that nature.
Mariella: [thinking] ... I like it. We'll do it.
Mariah: Yeah... wait, what?
Mariella: Its perfect... AND, we'll make money off of it.
Mariah: You are something else sis. Making money off of your sister's hyperness.
Rachel: To be fair, I'd probably do the same to Bella if you and I weren't married.
Mariella: And besides, think of this occasion as the day you can eat whatever the fuck you want.
Mariah: [smirks] Hmm... that is true. Fuck it, lets do it whenever.
Mariella: Glad you're in.
Rachel: All this has me completely hyped up. I feel I want to let loose.
Mariah: You can let loose on me baby.
Mariella: You two are disgusting. I think you two should do it in a more... constructive manner.
Mariah: ... Oh, I see what you're saying. We could do that. Rach, does that sound good to you?
Rachel: I'm totally okay with it. Have the camcorder?
Mariah: Its in my bag. Let's go.
Rachel and I grab some towels and my bag before we leave the apartment while Mariella still stands there.
Mariella: Goddammit. That is NOT what I meant. Shit. Better go after them. Knowing them, they'll probably get another ticket for indecent exposure.
Mariella shakes her head before also leaving the apartment. The scene fades out after that.
The End
(Scene 1: Seeing my father for the first time in over a decade)
The scene opens up in beautiful San Diego, California. Outside, it is right around the typical temperature you would see in most cities in the state of California, and most neighbors are outside either mowing the grass, planting their plants, playing with their kids, walking their dog, or a combination of the four. Inside of my cousin's huge mansion sized home, here everybody is chilled out and relaxed. Cousin Danielle, who's finally healthy enough to walk, is laughing and engaging conversation with Mariella, Rachel and I while being on her feet.
Danielle: You can't be serious.
Mariah: We most definitely are.
Danielle: How are you going to pull this off?
Mariah: Not sure yet, but don't worry, we have a plan.
Danielle: This has me a bit worried cousin. I know you're not exactly the planner I am when it comes to things like this.
Mariah: I figured, but at the same time, this can prove that I do have the chops to get the job done.
Mariella: Most tend to underestimate her. She's smart enough to have thought this far through.
Danielle: That's a good point.
Suddenly, a loud knock can be heard on the door and the room quickly goes silent.
Rachel: Who the fucking fuck is at the door?
Danielle: I got it. Probably some person who goes door to door selling useless shit nobody wants or needs.
Danielle gets the door as I sit back on the couch next to Rachel and Mariella. She opens the door and her face becomes of shock, and later anger, as she sees a familiar face.
Man: Hello Danielle, are your cousins here?
Danielle: FUCK. YOU!!!
Danielle slams the door as hard as she can. Mariella and I stand up and we go to Danielle, who's noticeably pissed.
Mariah: Cousin, who was that?
Danielle: There are very few people I react to in that matter. Want to take a guess?
Mariella: The mailman?
Mariah: A Jehovas witness?
Danielle: Try something with far more significance. Think back to when you two were kids and the events that happened after Aunt Sarah was killed.
Mariella and I sat there in silence as we knew who Danielle was speaking about. Almost fifteen years ago, my mother was killed in a car accident and my father ran out on us right after that. Those two things are what caused Mariella and I to be split up and ultimately things to be strained between the two of us up until last year where we finally made peace and became a family again. I have constantly thought of every scenario possible if I were to see my father ever again, and what would happen, but I was always under the impression he was way off the grid, somewhere that's not on the map. Kind of like how my good friend Laurie Young is hiding, but I know she needs the time and space to clear her head, and she's obviously a great person, unlike my father.
Mariah: Cousin, I... want to speak to the dead beat.
Danielle: Are you sure? Because if you don't, I understand completely.
Mariah: I'm positive. There are things I want to say. I need to let out many years worth of anger that's still inside of me.
Danielle: Okay. I'm behind you regardless.
Mariah: Thanks Dani.
The thought of my father actually being here has a lot of emotions running into my head, but I quickly put them aside as I open the door and see my father still standing there.
Dad: Hello Mariah. It's been a while. I...
Before he could complete his sentence, I punch him in the face and he went down hard, much to amazement from everybody in the house.
Mariah: [angrily] Get up. I said GET UP GODDAMMIT!
The anger and frustration I had towards my father was one I had for fourteen, going on fifteen years. I still remember the day he left us out to dry and it still pisses me off. Once he gets up, I kick him in the jaw just to make myself feel better.
Mariah: [still angry] Why the FUCK are you here?
Dad: Because I want a relationship with my daughters.
Mariah: Really? Because I find that to be bullshit. You're going to pursue a father-daughter relationship with us NOW that we are successful wrestlers?
Dad: I also wanted to apologize and I heard you got married.
Mariah: What does it matter to you?
Dad: I want to see the man you married.
This is going to be awkward. I seriously doubt he knows I'm a lesbian.
Mariah: Um... I'm married to a woman, not a man.
My dad's eyes grow large and I'm expecting some disappointment and even some homophobic shit to come out of his mouth.
Dad: YOU WHAT?!
Mariah: I'm a lesbian who's happily married to my wife. Of course, you wouldn't know that since you were NEVER FUCKING THERE FOR ME!
Dad: Mariah... when did you choose to be a lesbian?
This was starting to piss everybody off. Now I know why I haven't attempted to speak to this fucker for almost fifteen years and was highly content if I never saw him again.
Mariah: [fuming] I WAS BORN THIS WAY YOU FUCKING FUCK!
Dad: I can't believe I have a fucking worthless homo as a daughter.
By that point, Danielle got back up off the couch and she right away, noticed I was angry and upset.
Danielle: I'll take care of this cousin.
I step a couple of feet away from the situation, as Danielle grabs my father by the throat and slams him up against the wall.
Danielle: Listen to me and listen to me good motherfucker! I am NOT going to have that type of bullshit in my home. Homophobia is FUCKING BULLSHIT! Now I'm going to give you one chance to get the fuck off of my property and if you don't heed my words - I will have my next door neighbor physically and mentally fuck you up. Do we understand each other?
My father hesitantly shakes his head yes as Danielle stared coldly into his eyes.
Danielle: Good. Now get the FUCK out of here and NEVER fucking approach any of us, got it?
My father quickly runs away as Danielle stands there at the front door, looking extremely pissed off. Once he's gone, she slams the door shut and walks up to us and hugs us.
Danielle: It's okay. The motherfucker is gone.
Mariah: Thank you Dani.
Danielle: It's no problem. That's what family is supposed to do. Ever since we were kids, I've always stood up for you.
Mariah: I am always appreciative of that.
Rachel: So that was your father, Mariah?
Mariah: Yeah... the man who ran out on Mariella and I when we were children. Motherfucker doesn't change his stripes. Asshole he is.
Danielle: My mom used to tell me the stories of him. I'm not surprised he's still like this.
Mariah: Was he a douche before we were born?
Danielle: That's what I was told. Mom always hated him and my father wasn't entirely fond of him even though he himself, isn't right in the head.
Mariella: We have one fucked up family.
Mariah: But at least we all love each other now.
Danielle: That's one thing about us. While most of our relatives are crazy people, we are always there for one another and we love each other no matter what.
Rachel: Same goes for our friends.
Mariah: Couldn't have said it any better myself.
Danielle: I'm up for a smoothie. Who wants one?
Mariah: SUGAR! SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
Danielle: We are not putting sugar in the damn thing.
Mariah: Dammit. I'll still take one though.
Danielle: Good choice. Let's go.
We all follow Danielle into the kitchen and the scene fades out.
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(Scene 2: Family time at home)
The scene opens up to a semi luxurious apartment in downtown San Diego, California. Rach and I don't get to live in the La Jolla part of town as it is for the rich people. Inside of one of the apartments and for once, it is actually clean. No food laying around, no clothes, or anything of the sort, it's the opposite of how we operate. Rach and I are cuddled up on the couch watching television. On the recliner right in-front of the coffee table, Mariella sits there with her feet propped up and playing with her iPhone while occasionally eating some Cheetos.
Mariah: Can you guys believe it? PCW is having a reunion show.
Rachel: Baby, I'm excited. I can't believe its coming back for one night.
Mariah: One night of pure awesomeness.
Mariella: It's going to be a night to remember. Are you two prepared?
Mariah: I think so. We just need to be ready for anything.
Mariella: Otaku Gaijin is a force you two haven't seen yet. They are more known for their singles prowess, and we know what they've done as sole entities in PCW... but them as a team? From what I have seen, they're not going to be easy.
Mariah: We are aware of that. But to be fair, they said beating Da Xtreme Dynasty was next to impossible, they said us winning the TLC match at Battle Finale III wasn't going to happen. Matter of fact, I believe Rach and I had the LOWEST odds of winning that match.
Rachel: They wrote us off before the match even happened.
Mariah: But we all won that night. Even Mariella.
Mariella: [disgusted] DON'T remind me of that. I'm serious when you say that.
Mariah: OHHHHHHH! You were in THAT match, right?
Mariella: Yeaaaaaah... THAT MATCH! Makes me sick I got the winning pinfall.
Rachel: Normally I'd say I'm surprised at somebody regretting winning a match... BUT, considering it was THAT match to determine who was the General Manager of PCW and your dislike for Morgan - I can see why you're full of regret.
Mariella: If only we could revise history...
Mariah: Hell, if that was the case, I could name some things that would be permanently deleted.
Rachel: Such as?
Mariah: The Platinum Championship reign of Kerry Collins, all of Jay Thunder's championship reigns, Morgan Simmons' existence, Toxic in general and so on.
Mariella: What would you add though?
Mariah: I'd give Talia the Platinum Title, Tom can have the Brawl Title, Crystal gets the Broadcast Title and Dani still holds the World Title, while the tag team titles stay with us.
Mariella: The Brawl title was PCW's version of a Hardcore Championship, yes?
Mariah: You would be correct. A lot of names held it. Israel Steele is the greatest Brawl Champion of all time, followed by Talia Skye and Danielle Lopez.
Rachel: Did anybody hold it longer than three and a half months?
Mariah: I'm not sure. I know a lot of reigns happened via that big ass free for all brawl on the March 12th 2011 edition of Saturday Night Rapture.
Rachel: I didn't watch PCW at that time.
Mariella: Me neither.
Mariah: I was in college. PCW on Saturday's was good for me because I didn't have class the next day and I could just sit back, leisure on about my day and eat as much sugar as I can while watching Danielle kick ass and own the Broadcast division.
Mariella: Nobody was monitoring your ass on that stuff back then, whereas now, we watch you like a hawk.
Mariah: I know... it's unfortunate, but apparently I suffer a high dosage of sugar rush.
Mariella: You don't even know the half of it.
Mariah: Oh god... I... destroy things?
Rachel: No, not at all, but you get extremely hyper. I'm convinced you and Bella are on the same level when it comes to that.
Mariah: Sis, is this true?
Mariella: It is. I'm in agreement with Rachel. Just imagine you two in the same room while being in hyperactive mode.
Mariah: ... Damn! That does sound completely nutty yet intriguing at the same time.
Rachel: Oh god... are you getting ideas?
Mariah: Nooooo.
Mariella: [with a smirk] But I might.
Rachel and I look at Mariella, who starts laughing.
Mariah: Were you serious about that?
Mariella: No. I might be a bitch but I'm not THAT bad... well anymore.
Mariah: Good.
Rachel: She is right on one thing. The curiosity of you and Bella completely bouncing off the walls together... would be a sight to see.
Mariella: I was thinking Skittles eating contest.
Rachel: Or an Ice Cream eating contest.
Mariah: You two know that in order for Bella and I to get hyper at the same time - we would have to have a super duper contest with shit like Skittles, Ice Cream, cookies, and things of that nature.
Mariella: [thinking] ... I like it. We'll do it.
Mariah: Yeah... wait, what?
Mariella: Its perfect... AND, we'll make money off of it.
Mariah: You are something else sis. Making money off of your sister's hyperness.
Rachel: To be fair, I'd probably do the same to Bella if you and I weren't married.
Mariella: And besides, think of this occasion as the day you can eat whatever the fuck you want.
Mariah: [smirks] Hmm... that is true. Fuck it, lets do it whenever.
Mariella: Glad you're in.
Rachel: All this has me completely hyped up. I feel I want to let loose.
Mariah: You can let loose on me baby.
Mariella: You two are disgusting. I think you two should do it in a more... constructive manner.
Mariah: ... Oh, I see what you're saying. We could do that. Rach, does that sound good to you?
Rachel: I'm totally okay with it. Have the camcorder?
Mariah: Its in my bag. Let's go.
Rachel and I grab some towels and my bag before we leave the apartment while Mariella still stands there.
Mariella: Goddammit. That is NOT what I meant. Shit. Better go after them. Knowing them, they'll probably get another ticket for indecent exposure.
Mariella shakes her head before also leaving the apartment. The scene fades out after that.
The End